Religious Experience - Box of Knives Lyrics

I went to your church
I watched you play Mary Magdalene
Your eyes they pierced the veil
And I fell in love
Light shining down from above
I ate that church banquet food
Soggy grody gruel
I introduced myself when the curtain fell
And my friend Jovani did as well
But your friend was there
And she said beware
This man's soul is so surely soaked with sin
The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Jesus Christ I am Jesus Christ
Watching you in your bedroom
As you sleep at night
I'll buy you a box of cigarettes
If you buy me a box of knives
To slice up my insides

We went to your house
I did way too much acid
We sat in your front yard
Until the sun came up
I'll never forget your
Father's face when he saw us

The cops broke my legs
They bashed in all my brains
It's not minorities who
Only have it rough
The cops hate everyone

Jesus Christ, I am Jesus Christ
Watching you in your bedroom
As you sleep at night
I'm waiting on those knives son
Then I'll bring you the horizon